AND STILL NIGEL HECTORED THE SHOW INTO ENDING ON TIME: Of course I don't expect the executive producer of a dance show to crap all over Michael Jackson in a eulogy, though I stand by my statement that that it is extravagantly weird to comment on his passing without even alluding to his extravagant weirdness. And while I didn't expect a dance show to eulogize Ed McMahon, the Star Search angle made some sense. But I would have expected somebody to tell Lythgoe, a man who claims to have been taught the art of the Great Pie by Farrah herself, to know that she dropped the "Majors" several decades ago. Meanwhile, Cat Deeley just goes on being her fabulous self, mocking the awful writing and coming undone and having to hide behind a cue card because she can't believe how cute the guest dancers are. It's dawning on me that maybe what's so fun to watch about Deeley is that she appears to enjoy her job more than anybody I've ever seen enjoys theirs.
Three questions: (1) What genius thought that the most appropriate clip for the Jackson tribute was the one where he was hanging around with decomposing corpses? (2) Wasn't the triple-eulogy night the right time to retire the awful and inaccurate phrase "dance for your life"? (3) Why do the men continue to show up in jeans on nights when they know they have better than a 1-in-3 chance of having to do a solo?
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